Chapter 1750 Fortune Teller

Chen Xuan also understood at this time that he was just a young boy in a fishing village. Although he wanted to become stronger now. But Chen Xuan knew that his resources were actually very limited.

It was because of this that Chen Xuan felt that he was a little unwilling. Chen Xuan could not live in a fishing village all his life, although in the fishing village, Chen Xuan could feel the happiness of fatherly love.

But Chen Xuan could not keep himself in the village. Because there was a desire in Chen Xuan's heart, that is, to become stronger. But until one day, such a day made Chen Xuan feel like he was coming like a nightmare.

In fact, this day was no different from usual. Chen Xuan was still watching all this by the small fish pond, but Chen Xuan knew that what Chen Xuan wanted now was definitely the fairy Xi Chen Xuan could not give him.

But what could he do in that case? Chen Xuan was powerless, because the world was still very big. But Chen Xuan was still too insignificant now. Chen Xuan listened to the sound of the waves one after another, and watched the waves layer by layer. This made Chen Xuan feel comfortable. But it seemed that it was only for a while, and Chen Xuan would fall into the idea that he was too insignificant again.

The neighbors were very kind, and Chen Xuan knew that the outside world he longed for must not have these things. But what can he do? Chen Xuan couldn't stay here forever.

Chen Xuan was unwilling, he was unwilling that his life could only be at the seaside and could only be with these fishermen. But what can he do? Chen Xuan felt a deep sense of powerlessness

"Boy, seeing you are alone here looking outside, I wonder if you are interested in chatting with me?" Chen Xuan was also very surprised, and the person behind him sounded strong.

This person should not be an ordinary person anyway, but Chen Xuan felt that his heart seemed to tremble because of these words. Chen Xuan felt that this boy might be someone who would change his life, because Chen Xuan felt that the burning eyes behind him were staring at him.

But Chen Xuan didn't know what the meaning of such a look was, because Chen Xuan found that there seemed to be a trace of regret in such a burning look.

Chen Xuan turned around and looked behind him. There was an old man wearing a Bagua formation. He looked very frivolous, not at all the kind of immortal appearance that Chen Xuan imagined.

And this old man was looking at Chen Xuan with a smile on his face. When he smiled, his two eight-point beard trembled, which made Chen Xuan feel that this boy was even more frivolous. And the long black hair was very messy with the wind, and he was holding the tortoise shell in his hand. But Chen Xuan could see that this old man seemed to treasure the tortoise shell very much, and was constantly playing with it with his hands.

Chen Xuan heard that there seemed to be three copper coins in the tortoise shell, and the sound of ding-dong was endless. Chen Xuan did not feel the slightest irritation, but Chen Xuan felt a pleasant sound of relaxation and pleasure.

Chen Xuan's impression of this old man instantly improved a lot. Chen Xuan felt that the old man in front of him seemed not so simple.

While Chen Xuan was looking at the old man, the old man was also looking at Chen Xuan. The old man's eyes gave Chen Xuan a very deep and brilliant feeling.

The two of them were silent for a long time, but each had his own thoughts and his own world. "Hello, sir!" Chen Xuan felt that the old man in front of him was indeed very cunning. He was waiting for Chen Xuan to ask him, and the old man in front of him who looked plain and even dressed sloppily was actually not such a simple person.

It is very likely that he is a master, or a hermit? Is his future settled? Is it that the gods have eyes and pity him? Even the gods don't want him to become an ordinary person? But Chen Xuan seemed to slowly remember something, and Chen Xuan seemed to have a vague memory before.

Because of this memory, Chen Xuan himself didn't dare to be sure whether it was true or false. Because Chen Xuan felt that he didn't seem to be from this world at all. This is what Chen Xuan's memory told him. The time Chen Xuan spent in Yujie and Daoxin Continent, the scenes of those forty years echoed in Chen Xuan's mind. When Chen Xuan was asleep, these memories were like a dream that entangled Chen Xuan.

But Chen Xuan felt that he was just a false existence, and even Chen Xuan himself didn't know which ones were true and which ones were false. But Chen Xuan still felt that all this was not as simple as it seemed.

Because all this made Chen Xuan feel very unreal.

"Zi, I know what you want to ask me! But I can't answer you now! It's just that you are indeed different. I haven't met anyone I can't see through for hundreds of thousands of years!"

"The hexagram in my hand seems to have become a toy in my hand, but I seem to have seen all the people and everything here!"

Fortune-telling words sound very arrogant to anyone, but the fortune-teller was very calm when he said this. It seems that there is nothing that can make the fortune-teller feel very proud.

This made Chen Xuan feel that this flaw was really unfathomable. But at this time, Chen Xuan made the fortune teller feel very different, because fortune tellers have been in the world for so long that they can see through a person completely at a glance.

But this time it seemed that he really couldn't see through Chen Xuan, which made the fortune teller curious, but this curiosity made the fortune teller have the previous conversation with Chen Xuan.

At this time, Chen Xuan didn't want to let go of the opportunity to make friends with the outsiders. Chen Xuan felt that the person in front of him might be able to tell him who he was? What was his direction?

At this time, the sound of Hailan seemed to have a little more pleasure, as if the sun was not as strong as Chen Xuan had just seen. The leaves were reflected on the ground in the sun, which made Chen Xuan feel like a beautiful painting. Chen Xuan bowed to the fortune teller, and then sat down with the fortune teller. The fortune teller looked at Chen Xuan, and there seemed to be a little more surprise in his expression. But this trace of surprise was quickly buried in the fortune teller's eyes.

"Son, I can't see through you. It's you who made me want to tell fortunes this time. I have forgotten when I came to this world, and I seem to have forgotten when I told fortunes last time."

Chen Xuan was stunned when he heard the fortune teller's words. Hundreds of thousands of years ago? How long ago was that? Chen Xuan was only forty years old in his dream, but now Chen Xuan is only five years old, but Chen Xuan feels that his five-year-old body seems to have a forty-year-old soul hidden in it.

Chen Xuan didn't know why he had such a feeling. It seemed that Chen Xuan felt that all this was very unlikely and very mysterious. But it was because of such a mysterious thing that Chen Xuan felt that his origin seemed not so simple.

Chen Xuan nodded and signaled the fortune teller to start. But the fortune teller looked at Chen Xuan, then at Chen Xuan's clothes and the surrounding environment. Suddenly he burst into laughter, and that laughter sounded very wanton, very casual and unrestrained, which made Chen Xuan feel very incredible. Such a person gave Chen Xuan a feeling of being unfathomable.

And it made Chen Xuan feel that this boy was indeed not a person who was deliberately mysterious, but rather his behavior was unusually free and easy. It gave people the feeling of playing with the world. What kind of state of mind is this?

Chen Xuan didn't know what kind of person could have such a state of mind. Chen Xuan couldn't see through this old man who didn't look very good. Chen Xuan nodded and signaled the fortune teller to start.

"Son, this is the most convenient one I have ever made. But it doesn't matter, everything in the world is my heart, and money is just a fart!"

When the fortune teller said this, there was still a hint of sneer at the corner of his mouth, which made Chen Xuan feel like a beggar mocking a rich man.

But Chen Xuan knew that this was definitely not overestimating his own ability, because Chen Xuan saw such a domineering momentum in the eyes of the fortune teller. Chen Xuan became more and more curious about the fortune teller. Perhaps the fortune teller could tell Chen Xuan who he was.

Chen Xuan had been wondering about this question, and perhaps the fortune teller could answer it. But the fortune teller didn't seem to care about Chen Xuan's sustenance at all at this time, but began to shake the tortoise shell in his hand, and the sound of the fortune coins jingling collided with each other in the tortoise shell.

Such a sound seemed to impact Chen Xuan's current soul, as if it could completely impact Chen Xuan's current soul. But at that time, Chen Xuan seemed to have developed that state of mind from his dream, which made Chen Xuan feel that his mentality could be extremely calm. It seemed that this was just a dream for Chen Xuan, but it could affect Chen Xuan's state of mind at this time.

Chen Xuan still looked at it with cold eyes, but even so, Chen Xuan's heart seemed to still feel shocked. Because the feeling brought to Chen Xuan by this sound seemed to be a shock that penetrated deep into the soul.

But it was only half a moment, and the shock disappeared. Everything was determined by the divination. The fortune teller's beard finally stopped shaking. This fortune teller finally didn't make Chen Xuan feel that he would fall down immediately.

At this time, the fortune teller poured out the divination coins. This divination coin really surprised Chen Xuan. It felt like Chen Xuan saw a beggar, who was begging for food with a bowl made of gold.

But this feeling was also novel to Chen Xuan. However, such a divination coin was much more expensive than gold. If the fortune teller knew what Chen Xuan was thinking at this time, he would definitely vomit blood, because gold was just broken copper and iron compared to him!